The following is a slightly edited comment that I recently left on a wonderful post by Mitch Teemley, entitled The Waiter from Hell? I will paste the link to Mitch’s post at the bottom of this page.
Sunday before last, my husband, his daughter, and I went out for lunch after church. Our waiter was very inept. Not rude and irritable like the bad waiter in Mitch Teemley’s story, our waiter at least had a sweet and humble disposition. But he was doing everything all wrong and backwards, in addition to moving very slowly.
My stepdaughter, whom I love like my own daughter, became noticeably irritable with the waiter. An insulin dependent diabetic, her sugar was dropping while we waited for well over an hour and a half for our food. The waiter didn’t even bring out our drinks or salads before the meal. My stepdaughter used to be a waitress and then a restaurant manager, so she knows how it’s supposed to be done.
After our meal, I felt something tugging at my heart, telling me to walk over to the waiter as he was on his way back to the kitchen with another table’s order. I told him that I had been a waitress for a brief time many years ago and that I was all thumbs at first, but with time I got better. I also told him that my husband had put a good tip for him on our card, to encourage him.
He looked like he wanted to cry. “I’m sorry I made that other lady at your table so mad,” he said. (My stepdaughter had complained to the manager.) “Yes, I am new on this job. I was working as a custodian over at the elementary school for the past four and a half years. But then my son died, and it hurt too much to be around the other children…”
Our waiter from hell was going through hell. And in my opinion, it doesn’t get much more hellish than that.
I explained that my stepdaughter was so irritable because she is a newly diagnosed, insulin dependent diabetic, and her blood sugar was dropping as we waited for the food. “She really needs to eat breakfast before going to church,” I said. And I told him how very sorry I am about the loss of his son, and said I will be praying for him.
I really do believe that most people, most of the time, are doing the best they can with what they have. Love is the number one commandment. Without the spirit of God’s agape love, we have nothing.
It only took me about 60 years to start figuring this stuff out. 😊
Please visit Mitch Teemley’s post, his story is even more mind blowing!